Depressed

[Dane Gregory]

Dane tuned out the two women as they bantered back and forth. His gaze roamed the remaining citizens to be seen. Some people had emerged from the cafe to investigate the noise and rumbles beneath their floor. A man and a woman exchanged quiet words, but Dane didn't hear what was said. Judging by the darkness pulling their brows low, they weren't happy about the spikes in the sidewalk. They recognized Dane, immediately, though, as having just been their patron. The two women they flashed suspicious gazes. One pulled a Wallet and started dialing. Police, probably.

"We should leave. I don't care to spend my afternoon visiting a police station to deliver a statement."